So I am now disposable. My friends in fx have moved on without me. Purposely leaving me out of thIngs. My friends in new York cannot help me because I'm not there yet. I feel unwanted and lost. What is all this heartache and work for? Yes improper grammar I know. I am unloved or wanted until I leave this horrid place. How could they forget me when I am still here? I listen to their sorrows and hold their hands. They hate that I am leaving so they punish me I feel like death.
7:03 p.m. - 2011-04-09
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